The Security Guard

“Where’s your ID?”

“I don’t fucking need an ID- let me in.”

With a heavy sigh, I regretted for the thousandth time relieving the bouncer’s shift tonight. I normally worked security where I didn’t have to talk to anyone all night except for horny sorority girls trying to get laid on their 21st.

“No ID, no getting in.”

“Don’t you know who I am?”

“I will once I see your ID.”

His friend chuckled a bit but stayed quiet once he was stared down. The prick in front pulled out his thick wallet and flashed his ID at me. Skipping past his name, I went straight for the birthday- he was 20, months away from getting in here.

“Sorry kid, the McDonald’s around the street is still open. Next!”

As he walked away, I assumed it was over. His dad was probably some rich lawyer whose baby had never been told no. But seconds later, I saw three hulking men get out of a nearby limousine headed my way. Fuck.

“These men work for my dad who I assume that you’re too dumb to recognize… the mayor. Now, I think I’ll be going inside now.”

I honestly tried to hold him back, to save some of my dignity, but I was overpowered. I lived in the gym, but these men were too much for me. They lifted me by the shoulders, and I was carried into the bar, followed by the brat and his friend. They plopped me down on a bar stool, and the bartender in front of me knew that I’d fucked up. Apparently, I was the only one here oblivious about our guest’s identity.

“For a bouncer, you’re dressed kind of slutty with your shirt half off.”

Confused, I looked down at my black t-shirt. What the fuck was he-

“Shit!”

One of his henchmen had grabbed a handful of my shirt and ripped it as if it was made of tissue. Tugging it hard enough for my collar to choke me, he ripped the bottom half clean off, leaving me wearing nothing but a crop top. Everyone silently watching at the bar in front of me was treated to the bottom of my hairy pecs peeking out from under the fabric. Try as I might, my nipples were starting to get hard too as they rubbed against the frayed fabric.

“Listen, I’m really sorry for trying to keep you out, but-”

I felt my collar tugged back again as he grabbed it and leaned right into my ear.

“The only but that should ever be uttered in front of me has to do with what’s below your waist. I always get my way, no buts about it. John!”

John, the biggest of the bodyguards, lifted me up again, holding me above the stool as if I weighted nothing. One of the other guys leaned around me and started opening my fly. I tried resisting, but my legs were held down, and I was stuck. I secretly hoped that he’d pull everything down in one fell swoop, but there was no luck on my side tonight.

As my jeans were yanked down to my ankles, I was left sitting in just my black thong. Years ago, I’d had a boyfriend who thought they were sexy, and I just never stopped wearing them. But now, I was regretting all of it.

“For the rest of the night, you’re mine, and if I please, I’ll loan you out to any man here. You fucked up, and once I’m thoroughly drunk, you’ll be fucked- right here at the bar in front of everyone."

And as he left, I stayed there, too petrified to move. Dangerously close to popping out, my now erect cock was tenting up the tiny underwear, and precum was already leaking onto the frayed leather of the seat. I couldn’t look up to catch anyone’s gaze, and I just waited for him to get back and use me like I deserved.